Desensitize ...If we could..we would...and yet it numbs feeling....The key may be...just knowing it is all a game...and we don't have to play unless we choose to...That is my feeling. ..

The poem releases deep feelings of angst and loss....I am certain many will relate to the poems in your book. Have we become a society of darkness? Noir.
Or is only the darkness portrayed in media? Maybe like your poems ...it is a way of catharsis..to expell that which threatens to consume. ..and in doing so...we reach for the light.....

Some people are monsters - without a care for anyone but themselves. Others are snakes - saying what they need to in order to manipulate others. Whatever they are, a person who has no understanding for other people and no compassion isn't a person worth being around. Cutting the selfish people out of your life is a smart thing; they'll call you selfish for it, but what do they know about true friendship or sensitivity?
A heart-wrenching piece, my dear. Your words drive home.

Your book is going to be a journey of love and pain, and one I will be buying. Another powerful poem about pain, and it's like the words themselves have built this person, because he is the meaning of all the words, he is the thesaurus so new words can be created, and they can kill more quickly than any weapon currently available on earth. You express this very deeply, because the person with the words will know how much they kill, so he is a dictionary of cruelty. Love is connected between two people, so when one has all the words to say, it is suicide to his lover, and that is harrowing. Beautifully powerful Lisbeth, and your rhyming is some of the best ever written in literature. Your depth here is haunting, because words can be the only weapon that can get away with murder. You are a goddess, and I admire you :)

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Wed, April 25th, 2018 3:17pm

Thank you so much, Dexter. I am beyond grateful for your wonderful words.

I feel the words you write this day, I feel I feel just what you say!
The tired lines of left behind, for certain form the ties that bind;
Then how, my lovely, will we change, & when, if ever, flee from range:
Round & round our days just fly, contemplative of “Goodbye”!

This is both touching and unfortunate. And being a guy who rarely cries , this had me teary eyed. To be the target of verbal abuse, yet still hope that there is a healing . Which there is. This has fantastic flow and depth of feeling. And inevitably another top notch poem without a single flaw. This is incredible. To say the least ..:)